elbows and slow the pace. I’d make this last forever if I could. Our lips touch and fucking electricity courses through me. The sensation shocks me, and I pull back. When I open my eyes, hers are staring back at me with awe in them. I rest my forehead against hers and rock my hips, making love to the woman who is making me whole.
11
Courtney
SLIPPING OUT FROM UNDER Sam’s arm, I pad quietly to the bathroom. While I brush my teeth, I notice the sparkle in my eyes that’s been missing for a while. Last night was perfect. Not only do I feel like we took a major step in actually having a relationship, but the sex was amazing. I smile when I go back to my bedroom and grab some clothes to change into, and Sam still lays on his side, holding a pillow.
As quiet as I can, I take off my pajama shorts and tank top, replacing them with a comfy pair of yoga pants and a hoodie. He liked the waffles we ate the other weekend, so I start getting everything ready to make more. While I’m waiting for the batter to cook, I send a quick text to check on Ben. Mona replies that he’s still sleeping and to stop worrying.
It was difficult asking her to watch Ben because I already don’t get to see him enough as it is. When I work at X, if Mona doesn’t babysit him, I have a couple of college girls who do, and that’s usually three nights a week. It’s a hard balance, being a single mom. I have to wear multiple hats and working two jobs leaves me little time for myself. So, my dates recently have made me feel guilty. But Mona said I still need to live and be happy. And I’m glad I listened to her because Sam made last night so special.
When everything is ready, I place the food on a tray and carry it upstairs. Nudging the door open with my foot, I set the tray on the nightstand and kiss Sam’s cheek. He stirs, and without opening his eyes, reaches for me and pulls me down next to him, nuzzling my neck.
“Morning,” he says, in a sleepy sexy voice.
“Morning. I made waffles.” I grab the plate and set it next to him.
“Thanks.” He sits up and starts to eat while I open the blinds.
“So, I’ve gotta go get Ben at noon, but Mona invited us over for lunch.”
“Us?”
I turn and kneel in front of him on the bed. “Yeah. Us.” Gently, I lean over and kiss his lips. “And I told Ben I’d take him to the park to hit some balls, and he asked if you could come.” He doesn’t answer but sits back with his arms crossed, staring at me. “Sam?”
“There isn’t an us and . . . Christ, Courtney.” He stands and jerks on his jeans and shirt, then slams his feet into his boots. “We’re exclusively fucking, that’s it. I’m not doing shit with your friends.”
My heart drops, and I fall back on my heels. “But . . .”
“But nothing. I said I’d take you out to prove I meant what I said about not fucking anyone else. I never said I wanted to play house.”
“Oh.” I look down to hide the fact I’m blinking tears away. I’m so sick of crying in front of him. “I guess I misunderstood then.” I take a few steps closer to him. “You’re telling me you still can’t do more than exclusivity?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
I thought last night changed things, thought it meant as much to him as it did to me. Guess not. “Well. That’s not happening. I told you if you can’t give me more, I don’t want anything. What happened to the last two weeks, huh? You kissing me on the porch, sneaking over at night. That all meant nothing?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Nah. The past two weeks I was just assuring my spot between your legs.”
My hand flies on its own accord and I slap him across the face as hard as I can. “Get out!”
“Court-”
“No!” I yell and push him out of my room. “You’re an asshole. God, how could I be so stupid?”
“I didn’t mean that.” He takes a step forward and has the nerve to look sorry.
“I don’t give a shit. I’m not a toy. Either you’re
11
Courtney
SLIPPING OUT FROM UNDER Sam’s arm, I pad quietly to the bathroom. While I brush my teeth, I notice the sparkle in my eyes that’s been missing for a while. Last night was perfect. Not only do I feel like we took a major step in actually having a relationship, but the sex was amazing. I smile when I go back to my bedroom and grab some clothes to change into, and Sam still lays on his side, holding a pillow.
As quiet as I can, I take off my pajama shorts and tank top, replacing them with a comfy pair of yoga pants and a hoodie. He liked the waffles we ate the other weekend, so I start getting everything ready to make more. While I’m waiting for the batter to cook, I send a quick text to check on Ben. Mona replies that he’s still sleeping and to stop worrying.
It was difficult asking her to watch Ben because I already don’t get to see him enough as it is. When I work at X, if Mona doesn’t babysit him, I have a couple of college girls who do, and that’s usually three nights a week. It’s a hard balance, being a single mom. I have to wear multiple hats and working two jobs leaves me little time for myself. So, my dates recently have made me feel guilty. But Mona said I still need to live and be happy. And I’m glad I listened to her because Sam made last night so special.
When everything is ready, I place the food on a tray and carry it upstairs. Nudging the door open with my foot, I set the tray on the nightstand and kiss Sam’s cheek. He stirs, and without opening his eyes, reaches for me and pulls me down next to him, nuzzling my neck.
“Morning,” he says, in a sleepy sexy voice.
“Morning. I made waffles.” I grab the plate and set it next to him.
“Thanks.” He sits up and starts to eat while I open the blinds.
“So, I’ve gotta go get Ben at noon, but Mona invited us over for lunch.”
“Us?”
I turn and kneel in front of him on the bed. “Yeah. Us.” Gently, I lean over and kiss his lips. “And I told Ben I’d take him to the park to hit some balls, and he asked if you could come.” He doesn’t answer but sits back with his arms crossed, staring at me. “Sam?”
“There isn’t an us and . . . Christ, Courtney.” He stands and jerks on his jeans and shirt, then slams his feet into his boots. “We’re exclusively fucking, that’s it. I’m not doing shit with your friends.”
My heart drops, and I fall back on my heels. “But . . .”
“But nothing. I said I’d take you out to prove I meant what I said about not fucking anyone else. I never said I wanted to play house.”
“Oh.” I look down to hide the fact I’m blinking tears away. I’m so sick of crying in front of him. “I guess I misunderstood then.” I take a few steps closer to him. “You’re telling me you still can’t do more than exclusivity?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
I thought last night changed things, thought it meant as much to him as it did to me. Guess not. “Well. That’s not happening. I told you if you can’t give me more, I don’t want anything. What happened to the last two weeks, huh? You kissing me on the porch, sneaking over at night. That all meant nothing?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Nah. The past two weeks I was just assuring my spot between your legs.”
My hand flies on its own accord and I slap him across the face as hard as I can. “Get out!”
“Court-”
“No!” I yell and push him out of my room. “You’re an asshole. God, how could I be so stupid?”
“I didn’t mean that.” He takes a step forward and has the nerve to look sorry.
“I don’t give a shit. I’m not a toy. Either you’re
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